Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Bite my tongue,
Fear the frightening.
Song unsung,
Becomes the lightening.
In my eyes
A dread is growing
And sudden lies
In the wind are blowing.
My heart does race,
And in my sleep
There is a place
Where thoughts do creep.
The sky is black,
With shards of stars,
And I've lost track
Of all my scars.
Worst of all
I am afraid,
And timid and small,
My thoughts cascade.
I don't want anybody
To get the wrong idea about I,
My mind clutters with debris
I feel to forever cry.
I choose to love,
Can I not be esteemed?
From the clouds above
I have since screamed.
I'm scared of living,
Excited for death.
Is this not so giving?
I cannot find my breath.
February 24, 2005
Suge
Fear the frightening.
Song unsung,
Becomes the lightening.
In my eyes
A dread is growing
And sudden lies
In the wind are blowing.
My heart does race,
And in my sleep
There is a place
Where thoughts do creep.
The sky is black,
With shards of stars,
And I've lost track
Of all my scars.
Worst of all
I am afraid,
And timid and small,
My thoughts cascade.
I don't want anybody
To get the wrong idea about I,
My mind clutters with debris
I feel to forever cry.
I choose to love,
Can I not be esteemed?
From the clouds above
I have since screamed.
I'm scared of living,
Excited for death.
Is this not so giving?
I cannot find my breath.
February 24, 2005
Suge
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